Having had my world turned completely upside down my life settled into a new pattern. I recognised that I was a cock hungry slut who needed to suck and fuck as often as possible, I needed to be used as a sextoy by men, men who weren't afraid to fuck me until I could take no more. To this end I would get away to meet Duncan and his associates as often as I possibly could. Duncan, Larry and the others would fuck me almost senseless before dragging me off to parties or strange bars to be used as a fucktoy by men I had never seen before; or they would pimp me down the docks, making a healthy profit from the pleasure my lean, young body provided for their clients (on one unforgettable night I was fucked orally and anally by the nine crewmen of a local trawler, bent over a stack of fish crates I was fucked almost unconscious).
When I couldn't get away to meet Duncan I took to hanging around the local park and the public toilets, loitering, hoping some stranger would want me to suck his throbbing dick or he would fuck my brains out. On one occasion I was a bit too obvious with my loitering.
It was late summer and the weather was still warm, I was wearing only a tight T-shirt, cut off denim shorts, and trainers. I had worn shorts that were deliberately too small and they were almost indecent. Under the shorts I was wearing a pair of high cut white silk women's panties. I had been lurking near the public toilets for some time hoping for a likely fuck, but there seemed to be hardly anyone about. I stood in the shade of a nearby tree watching the entrance to the toilets, my hand resting lightly on my crotch, my mind filled with erotic daydreams of some man's prick thrusting powerfully into my pert arse.
"Well what have we got here Pete, he hasn't moved in almost an hour!"
I spun at the unexpected voice, almost falling in the process.
"Maybe he's here for a spot of queerbashing, try and prove how hard he is to his mates?"
"Or maybe he's the other way inclined and he's here looking for some action? Either way..."
There were two tall men in white shirts behind me, for a second I couldn't make out any details, then I recognised the uniforms, Police! I panicked fearing that they would somehow expose me for what I was.
"I'm sorry officers I was just leaving..." I managed to stammer out and turned to go.
"Yes I think we better take you down the road young sir"
My heart sank.
We went over to the police Land Rover which I hadn't even heard approach and set off to meet my doom.
We drove about 6 miles and arrived at the local police station, it was a small building with just a reception desk, kitchen, toilets and three available holding cells, rarely used as the Area Headquarters was only a further 15 miles away. The older officer who was apparently a sergeant got out first and unlocked the door to the station (it was generally left unmanned at most times and was generally just a stop off point for officers doing their rural beat).